Yesterday, he came home from shopping in a robust state of flux saying that he had found the “definitive” Christmas jumper of all Christmas jumpers for Nigel …… I have to be honest, my stomach lurched…..
Needless to say, the both of them disappeared up stairs and into the bedroom ….. before you could say mistletoe and wine ….. ….. and I believe Nigel divested himself of his PE Lady’s Mum’s Christmas jumper so fast, he also took his t-shirt and vest off with it! All I could hear was a mahoooosive gasp from Nigel, followed by a great many oooohs and ahhhhhhs, and then another mahooooosive ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I am not sure if the said the jumper can really be described as a jumper, as it comes right down to Nigel’s toes, transforming him into a miniature mobile Christmas tree, who thinks he is the bees knees, but I find quite disquieting.
I now despair……. as I know that we are not going to get Nigel out of it until at least New Years Day ……